its vintage frisbee

so, i'm back from camp. two weeks of getting up at 6:45 to run, hours of strategy, opinion, training, food that probably shouldn't be fed to terrorists, some of my best friends, gigantic nipples, the list goes on. If you want the entire scary story see me in person. ill just touch on the highlights of camp.

Sunday - check in. mike and i show up to camp 1.5 hours early and bum around town.
Monday - Run

Tuesday - Run

Wednesday - Run, then go to the beach (yes, vermont does have beaches)

Thursday - Run, figure out i have lime disease

Friday - Run, chill with team at dance

Saturday - Run, See most of team off

Sunday - Run, Hang out with mike and start watching family guy

Monday - Run, Meet Scotty's cuz.

Tuesday - Run

Wednesday - Run, voyage to the same beach, get burned again

Thursday - Run

Friday - Run, Chill w/ mike at dance

Satudurday - Run, drive home.

so today i played frisbee at avon again. these awesome guys showed up. one was so fucking hilarious. kat fucked up my hand pretty bad. the spot where my thumb connects to my hand is pretty painful and swollen.

i miss kim so much.